#Chapter 165 Blocked

William called after I was home to tell me Amy was okay. He saw the truck parked behind Gray’s, and he saw her going in the back door to her family’s apartment above the restaurant.

But when he called Amy’s name, she hurried inside and closed the door.

I was relieved Amy was safe, but I mourned the loss of my friend. There had to be a way to win back her trust and make her see I really did care about her.

I stayed home the rest of the weekend, spending time with Alex and going for runs with Diana.

“Be patient and give Amy some space,” she told me on our Sunday evening run. “Eventually, she will forgive you, and you can rebuild your bond with her.”

“I hope so,” I said. “I miss her already.”

When I arrived at school Monday morning, my eyes immediately zeroed in on the bench under the tree where we always met each morning.

It was empty.

I walked over and sat down anyway, hoping Amy was running late. In my mind, I could see her hurrying toward me and plopping down on the bench while compl